Mercenary Favorite Concubine: The Eighth Miss Arrogant

Chapter 223 The Battle with the Dark Building 35
Baili Shengxuan, who had been seen through, smiled bitterly and acquiesced.

A trace of bitterness flashed in his eyes. "The shadow left by my childhood, I still remember my husband, who was only six years old at the time, and refused to use medicine because of the cold. The palace servants were afraid of being infected, so they force-fed the decoction for ten days."

In a few understatement, he revealed his not simple childhood experience.

She seemed to be able to see a young child in the cold palace, suffering all kinds of oppression and neglect, crying alone at night to Wang Hanyue, hopeless and helpless, a feeling of discomfort permeated her chest .

Is it because of him?If it was another person, would she do the same?

She couldn't help but think of a ragged boy she met during a mission in a cold alley at midnight in the cold winter. His back still flashed clearly in her mind.

Mo Juexin took the medicine bowl, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked the place on his chest that had been reddened by blood again with his other free hand.

"I'm sorry about what happened last night!"

Some floating voices contained a trace of unconscious tenderness.

Baili Shengxuan chuckled. "It's just a wound, why should the lady care about it? However, the lady was so enthusiastic last night, it seems that next time I need to prepare a pair of armor for my husband."

Her rare gentleness made Baili Shengxuan feel happier, and couldn't help joking, trying to alleviate her guilt.

Although she didn't seem to have a trace of guilt at all.

It's just that when she handed over the dark concoction with a ceramic spoon, the smile on the corner of her mouth froze.

"Can I stop drinking for my husband?" The tone couldn't help being a bit coquettish and pleading.

Mo Juexin was secretly uncomfortable with his sudden performance, but he still held his hands up, showing no intention of letting go.

There is no room for negotiation. "Since you don't even care about such a big wound, are you still afraid of this little soup?"

The two confronted each other for quite a while, but in the end Baili Shengxuan's silent protest was ineffective, so he could only swallow Mo Juexin's spoon resignedly, frowning and swallowing the dark soup.

He didn't dare to complain anymore, but he kept making small moves.

It took nearly half an hour for a bowl of medicine to come down.

"I've finished drinking the medicine, I wonder if the lady has any rewards to give to my husband?" As he spoke, he suddenly approached Mo Juexin, his enlarged face almost fitting her, but there was only a thin line between them.

Mo Jue moved his head back slightly, creating a distance between the two of them.

But how could Baili Shengxuan let her avoid him?

The right hand quickly encircled her waist, and the faces of the two were close together again.

Seeing no resistance from her, he lowered his head and kissed her lips, held her lips lightly, and kept sucking and sucking, savoring carefully as if savoring the most beautiful and precious delicacy in the world.

The breathing of the two became more and more rapid as time went by.

At this time, he gently pried open her tightly closed white teeth, and began to plunder the city, entangled her with his wandering tongue, playing and entangled together as if he never got tired.

After a while, Baili Shengxuan let go of her, and gently hugged her in his arms.

"Is your wound really all right?"

The soft voice of the person in his arms came, and he let out a hiss, as if he had just noticed the pain.

"Miss, are you going to murder your husband?"

Naturally, he didn't forget that when he just hugged her into his arms, her hand inadvertently touched his right chest.

Mo Juexin broke away from him, got up and put the still intact bowl on the table.

(End of this chapter)